BraveHeart
with Tears, in His Eyes, for He is crying Still,
yet with a Grace of Eden, Her Knight of Hope
raises His Mighty Arm toward Paradise, His
Brilliant Sword of Truth reflecting The Light
in His Eyes, as He walks, Ever closer, to
where His Angel stands, waiting, upon
His Chariot of The Sun, as He looks
into The Window of Her Eyes, He
lays His Angel down, At Last,
upon Avalon Again, and as
He kisses Her so softly,
She dries The Tears
from His Eyes,
as She opens Her Heart,
and releases Her Love, borne
on The Wings of Ten Thousand
Butterflies, soaring through
The Gates, of Dawn,
and once Again,
He whispers,
His Voice,
a Wonder
of Perfection,
as He regards His Legion of Pearls, and
with a Wink of His Eye, in The Time of a Promise,
His Sword begins to shimmer, as if to crack The Sky, while
His Words wash over Them, like Cool Water, Look Homeward, Angels . . .
from Book III, The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Symphony of Moments